[It's true...Bruno's impassive expression reveals nothing to her. But regardless of what his face says, his actions reveal far more, as do his words.
So really, Bruno isn't ever opaque, regardless of how much Trish seems to think so.
Not even the fact he can tolerate eating bugs is a true mystery! He'd be a long-suffering gangster if he had the capacity to be grossed out left in him.
She makes a small noise at his comment, and it...bothers her. She doesn't care if the Thessyx know how much she distrusts them, but Bruno being aware of how obvious she is...of course, he was going to look out for her no matter what. What good is that to him, though?]
...Maybe.
[She says, noncommittally.
If she's not meant to be watching like a hawk, then what is she supposed to do? That question dangles on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn't voice it.
His other question is an easier one to jump on, at least, and she wrinkles her nose, turning it up for good measure in a manner that could only be described as haughty.]
I didn't touch a single thing. All of it looked disgusting.
[And...]
And even if I wasn't ill just from that, the fact they brought us food in front of a ship of starving people made me sick to my stomach. Every share I had I gave away to someone who wanted it.
u stole my power
So really, Bruno isn't ever opaque, regardless of how much Trish seems to think so.
Not even the fact he can tolerate eating bugs is a true mystery! He'd be a long-suffering gangster if he had the capacity to be grossed out left in him.
She makes a small noise at his comment, and it...bothers her. She doesn't care if the Thessyx know how much she distrusts them, but Bruno being aware of how obvious she is...of course, he was going to look out for her no matter what. What good is that to him, though?]
...Maybe.
[She says, noncommittally.
If she's not meant to be watching like a hawk, then what is she supposed to do? That question dangles on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn't voice it.
His other question is an easier one to jump on, at least, and she wrinkles her nose, turning it up for good measure in a manner that could only be described as haughty.]
I didn't touch a single thing. All of it looked disgusting.
[And...]
And even if I wasn't ill just from that, the fact they brought us food in front of a ship of starving people made me sick to my stomach. Every share I had I gave away to someone who wanted it.